Masquerade Act Three: The Veneer of Thalia and Melpomene
The Thirty Fifth Dance: Naughty Naughty, Teasing my Brain
Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.
-Rumi
A/N: Still not completely satisfied with my writing, but I don't wanna make you guys wait any longer for this chapter. So here it finally is.
Hermione hit the bed first, bouncing lightly before Bellatrix settled over her, pinning her down with her supple body, heat on heat. She was like a panther; sleek, black, and with a hunger in her eyes as she pounced forth. Hermione was the trapped meal, all too eager to meet their death, one brought of lips barely concealing sharp canines, and fingers that clawed and clutched at her flesh, marking her as property. Their lips came together, growing more fevered in their ministrations as they got more into their actions, more into the heat of the moment. Bellatrix's fingers fumbled with the buttons on Hermione's collared shirt and the brunette reached up to help her, chuckling at Bellatrix's apparent nervousness. Hermione was nervous too, but slowly her nerves were leaving her as warmth began to pool between her legs and the blood left her brain, making it harder for her to think.
Unbuttoned, the shirt went off to the side of the bed, Hermione lifting her arms up to help speed up the process. Goosebumps erupted across her chest in the sudden cold and she shivered in reaction. Bellatrix remedied that with her lips which were like hot brands, searing Hermione wherever they touched her, kisses falling lightly on her neck and collarbone but unable to touch her breasts. The bra was in the way.
"Take off my bra," she urged Bellatrix, slightly breathless. The older witch complied, finding the back and snapping it free. The bra joined the forgotten shirt on the floor. Bellatrix lowered her head back to Hermione's chest and took one turgid peak in her mouth, biting down on it experimentally.
"Oh!" Hermione gasped out as her lower back left the bed.
"Did I hurt you?" Bellatrix panicked, moving back. Hermione grabbed onto her.
"No, no you didn't. That felt good. Keep doing that." Hermione found it hard to speak full sentences. Her mind was hazy and her body was buzzing and she was in disbelief that this was actually happening right now. She and Bellatrix were about to have sex. If anyone had asked Hermione if she could see herself doing this nearly a year after the wizarding war ended, she would have been horrified and offended by that question. But now, now it was something she had to do in order to lift Dorian's curse on her. She'd already killed a man for the sake of getting her life back; jumping into bed with her old arch nemesis surely wasn't the worst thing to occur. And it certainly didn't feel like the end of the world; it felt good. Especially the way Bellatrix was rolling Hermione's nipple around with her tongue.
Each roll was sending small bolts straight down into her core that translated into wet heat, and she held on tightly to the older woman's shoulder with one hand, other hand in her curls, urging her on. One of Bellatrix's hand's was slowly making its way down Hermione's side, raising goosebumps in its path. It stopped on the top of Hermione's pants, questioningly stroking the button there.
"Go for it," Hermione gave the green light, nearly rubbing her thighs together in excitement at the prospect of getting some much needed relief. How many times had she dreamed of this? Too many times. And now it was finally happening. She could barely contain her anticipation. Could barely contain her want. She needed these pants off of her or else she would burst.
Bellatrix picked up her head and looked Hermione in the eye, needing to be sure. "Are you-"
"Bellatrix I swear to Merlin if you don't put your fingers to good use," Hermione threatened, her words ending in a whimper as rocked her hips up, meeting those of the dark witch's. She needed friction or she was going to explode; all those days of the hallucinations and the want in them had accumulated to such a point that if Hermione was in the middle of a battle field right now she would have dropped everything just to fuck even if it meant her friends were in danger.
Bellatrix let out a hiss as Hermione's hips meet hers and her eyes flickered shut momentarily. She could feel how hot the brunette was through the thin fabric of her pants and it made Bellatrix doubt if she would even know for sure how to give Hermione what she wanted. In Bellatrix's dreams it had always been the younger girl who had taken charge, Bellatrix merely mimicking her moves. But Hermione didn't want to be the one in charge here, so it was up to Bellatrix to do so.
"Merlin, calm down. Keep your pants on," Bellatrix chuckled, trying to act more confident about this situation as she tried to keep her hips from pressing down and rocking on the other girl's. She was dangerously turned on and in such a short span of time. She had never felt like this before; the intensity of it leaving her breathless and fighting to remain in possession of her senses.
"I'm not trying to keep them on," Hermione hissed, rocking her hips up again. "I want them off."
Bellatrix bit her lip to keep back the wave of arousal that threatened to make her groan out loud. Merlin, she still couldn't believe this was happening. She was going to fuck the golden girl. An ex-death eater like her, fucking the purest of people. But she had to do it, to stop Hermione from suffering Dorian's curse. "Alright, alright," she gave Hermione a gentle kiss on the nose. "I'm taking them off." She unbuttoned the pants and slowly began to slide them down Hermione's hips but Hermione wasn't having any of that. Impatiently she kicked them off, leaving her in only her underwear.
"Pink," Bellatrix smirked as she took in the sight of pale smooth thighs, letting her fingers trace gently over the hipbone, a hipbone she wanted to bite down on. Hermione always did like that dreadful color.
Hermione bucked her hips up once more and this time Bellatrix could feel the younger girl's wetness against her thigh. "And wet," she gasped out involuntarily, her free hand clawing on the bed sheets next to Hermione's head to stop herself from moaning. Deciding that Hermione was getting too impatient, and that she wasn't going to last much longer if the brunette was going to continuously rock into her, Bellatrix leaned down and kissed her as her right hand began to draw patterns on the wet spot that was growing larger and larger on the younger girl's panties. Somehow, Bellatrix's body knew what to do as she settled more into the moment. It was like her body was picking up and responding to Hermione's needs. She knew just how to rub to get the brunette riled up even more. Bellatrix wondered briefly if this was partially due to Dorian's gift but soon her thoughts went hazy as Hermione begged entrance to Bellatrix's mouth.
Hermione intertwined her tongue with Bellatrix's, tasting her, sucking up her tongue, teasingly scrapping her teeth on it gently. Bellatrix let out a low groan that reverberated in Hermione's lower abdomen as teeth met her tongue. It made Hermione want Bellatrix in her and now. It had to be in this instant; Hermione couldn't take it anymore. Grabbing Bellatrix's hand desperately with her own she guided it past the sheer lace of her underwear. Bellatrix let out a gasp as her fingers touched slick heat and were pushed deep inside. Hermione's back arched up off the bed at first touch and her free hand's nails sunk into the exposed flesh on Bellatrix's shoulder as she tried to ground herself, the pleasure leaving her light headed and vision slightly tinged at the edges with white.
She must have said something but she couldn't remember. Everything was strictly on autopilot, her body moving on it's own. All that she was aware of was the sensation of Bellatrix on top of her, of her in her, and of how good it all felt. She felt like she was being filled with love, a gut wrenching hot one that her twisting on the sheets, gasping for breath, uttering demands for Bellatrix to go harder.
Bellatrix had never thought she'd ever see the usually eloquent Hermione reduced to moans and breathy one word phrases. Ever see the so composed and prudish girl completely falling apart and letting out such wanton cries. And it was arousing, so much so that her thighs were currently soaked and her core literally screamed at her to touch herself but she didn't, because she wanted this to be about Hermione.
"Harder, harder," Hermione begged, her eyes half lidded, her hair spread in a halo around her. In the half light from the windows her skin glowed with an unearthly sheen, her cheeks and lips rosy. "Please," the brunette gripped Bellatrix's shoulder hard; it was sure to have bruises tomorrow but the older woman didn't care. Hearing Hermione beg like that brought a tremendous rush of heat and her insides trembled. Pure liquid that threatened to spill out. She could barely keep herself up anymore and she sucked in her bottom lip, tasting Hermione, her sweet innocent taste of vanilla and chai. Oh Merlin, she was going to fall apart and just from this little; Dorian's magic must have had a stronger hold on her than previously thought. But she couldn't break down; not yet. She had to give Hermione what she wanted first.
Bellatrix did as asked, adding an extra finger and pumping in hard, the brunette's hips chasing after her fingers hungrily. Bellatrix could feel Hermione's walls tightening around her fingers and knew the girl was close. So she crooked her fingers and Hermione's body stiffened up as her orgasm finally hit her. It was like losing all of her senses for a full second or two as warmth filled her body, a sort of comforting feeling that made her feel whole. As she spilled all over Bellatrix's hand with a loud cry, she pulled on the woman's face with limbs that felt like fluffy cotton and bit down hard on the others lip as she rode out the rest of her high.
The sudden bite, hard enough that it drew blood, along with the combination of watching Hermione completely unravel underneath her almost brought Bellatrix over the edge for a much needed release. But when Hermione recovered, her hand ventured its way under Bellatrix's dress as her tongue traced a delicate path up the tendon of Bellatrix's neck before it sucked hard on the spot below her jawbone. The dark witch reveled in the feel of Hermione's hot mouth of her, of limber fingers gathering the moisture between her legs as the brunette's thumb played with her clit. Thinking was hard, as was breathing steadily, her breathes bursting out between open lips.
Hermione began to pick up her pace, dipping in her fingers before retreating them. She had wanted this, still wanted this, but could she live up to the expectations? Could she make Bellatrix feel good? Hermione was still young, and she'd never had sex with anyone before, not even Krum. She just wanted to make Bella feel good. She knew she was talented in many things, like debating, and chastising people...so perhaps her mouth was more skilled? They always did say her oration skills were mention worthy.
Slowly she disentangled her mouth from Bella's neck and slide her way under Bellatrix, eager for a taste of her.
"What are you doing?" Bellatrix asked, voice husky and body missing Hermione's warmth on her.
"Putting my mouth to good use. They always did say I talk too much," Hermione said coyly and then she gave an experimental lick causing a full body shudder to occur in the older witch. The older witch tasted like spice and dark berries, like pure lust. It was a taste Hermione could easily get addicted to.
Bellatrix held up her skirts with one hand, other hand in a vice like grip on the headboard so she could hold herself up. Hermione's hands on her thighs spread her apart more, thumbs massaging the skin there in circles. Now it was Hermione's turn to be the predator and Bellatrix the prey. She was the lioness, claiming what was hers with her lips and heart.
Bellatrix's eyes fluttered shut as her hips rocked back and forth in time to Hermione's tongue strokes. In all her years of existence, she never could have imagined the golden girl underneath her, eating her out furiously. And she was so good at it. Her tongue did strokes, letters, and then curled up right into her and Bellatrix's stomach finally clenched in intense pleasure as she finally came, dripping down all over Hermione's chin, gripping the headboard hard until her knuckles turned white. She let out a deep low moan and closed her eyes as fell on top of the younger girl, her body unable to support her anymore and tingling all over like live wires were hidden under her skin.
They lay there for a while, just regaining their breath's and basking in the afterglow. Hermione's hand found its way into Bellatrix's curls as the older woman regained some of the strength in her body and slid off of her with a rustle of fabric.
"It's not fair how you got to keep your clothes on the whole time," Hermione murmured as her fingers threaded gently through thick black curls, curls that were so soft and touchable. They lay on their backs on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
"Really? That's the first thing you say after sex?" Bellatrix huffed without any offense. "And for the record, you were too impatient to keep your clothes on. If I had taken any more time than I did you would have killed me." The older woman chuckled at this.
"Hmm," Hermione hummed sleepily. She wondered if the magic had worn off now. If they would be back to normal. Perhaps it was a matter of time. Maybe if she slept on it it would be all done when she awoke. Her body felt spent and boneless after her amorous activity and she dragged the covers over herself and Bellatrix before she snuggled under them and closed her eyes, draping an arm around Bellatrix's waist and bringing her closer.
Bellatrix huffed in irritation at this but couldn't bring herself to push Hermione away. Right now she felt...happy and she allowed herself a small smile, one she was sure the other wouldn't notice in the dark of the room. Then she turned around to face the other girl, Hermione responding to this motion by resting her face on Bellatrix's collarbone, her soft breaths tickling. Was the spell over? Bellatrix wondered. If so, she didn't feel any revulsion yet. When would it come? When would the guilt set in? As she contemplated this, slowly her lids lowered and she fell asleep.
That was the first night they slept without any dreams.
And the first time Hermione had been able to sleep in a while.
They slept through the night and when they woke up in the morning it was at the same time. Somehow in their sleep they had shifted and were cradled even closer to one another than before, legs intertwined together and holding hands. Hermione stared at Bellatrix, the shafts of early morning light highlighting her royal cheekbones, and making her dark eyes seem brighter. Her lashes were heavy with sleep, eyes never leaving as she took in Hermione's face, the both of them sizing each other up, wondering if now things would be back to normal. It was like looking at Bella in a new light.
But as Hermione noted the dried blood on Bellatrix's lower lip, images of last night filled her head and heat flooded between her legs, and she knew. She knew that what Dorian spoke had been the truth. She picked up one hand and traced the outline of Bella's jaw, feeling affection bubble in her chest as Bellatrix's lips parted ever so slightly at the touch, her lids lowering minutely. But a moment later her eyes shot wide open in realization at her own reaction.
"Dorian was right," Hermione said softly, bitterly, and with a tinge of regret. This attraction between themselves wasn't a result of any magic they could find. It came from within; it had grown organically. So Hermione rolled Bellatrix over again and immersed herself in the taste of the raven haired witch's flesh knowing she had nothing more to lose. And Bellatrix offered up her neck eagerly.
They had already sinned, had disappeared into the abyss. What would one more time hurt?
It was midday by the time they finished and both were thoroughly covered in marks. As Bellatrix tied up her corset, Hermione pulled out her wand and did her best to put a glamour spell on the other woman's neck to cover them up, though she was sad to see them go. They mapped out the precious moments they had spent together, reveling in drawn out, feather light caresses, or rough and sudden touches. Mostly it meant that now they would have to face whatever this was with a sober and clear mind.
As Hermione removed the wand from Bellatrix's neck with a sigh, the older woman looked up, finishing up her last lace. "We have to talk about this," she announced, surprising Hermione with those words.
"What?" Bellatrix arched a brow at Hermione's high up brows and slightly agape mouth. "I knew you were going to say it so I figured I should say it first." She got up from the bed, which was freshly made but which no doubt would need its sheets washed because of all the...activities performed on it. Hermione hadn't even known she was into such things until she had tried them.
"Well, you're not wrong. I was going to suggest that, but you do know why, right."
Hermione watched as Bellatrix went over to her desk mirror and began to comb through her hair, fixing it to match her image.
"Of course. Because it turns out that little scoundrel Dorian was right and we indeed have an attraction to one another. And chemistry. Lots of it." Bellatrix's voice lowered on that; she couldn't help it. She hadn't felt this turned on with anyone before, and Hermione always managed to get her into that mood at the snap of a finger. It was ridiculous really. A nearly forty year old woman falling to bits because of some youngster half her age. Her comb stilled as the image of Hermione riding her thigh made her legs feel a bit weak.
"Yea, well," Hermione coughed here, her cheeks flushing as she remembered their recent activities. "It's uh, what do we do now?"
Bellatrix shrugged, resuming her combing. "We never do it again."
"What?" burst out of Hermione's mouth at that casual answer before she could stop herself. "You-you-" she sputtered, waving her hands around. Bellatrix turned on her heel, arching her brow. "Don't tell me you were expecting a repeat? And in which world would that be okay? Certainly not this one."
"So you want us to forget everything we just went through?" Hermione asked, her voice soft and weak. Bellatrix made sure to keep her gaze hard, her emotions off of her face.
"Yes."
"Why?" Hermione couldn't believe this was happening. But she should have expected it. It was the right choice after all. Yet she hadn't wanted that. She had never felt this connected to someone before; so in tune. When they moved together in bed it was like it was what their bodies had been meant to do. It felt more right than anything Hermione had ever felt, even when she knew all the answers to the questions on a test. Even more right than fighting Voldemort had been. She didn't want to lose this feeling.
"It's for the best." Bellatrix's face was hard but Hermione could see a glimmer of something in her eyes. Something she wasn't sharing.
"But I don't want that. And I know you don't either."
Bellatrix let out a cruel laugh, something Hermione hadn't heard in a while, had forgot was even possible to come from this woman. "I only did this to indulge your vapid fantasies. It was nothing more than a meaningless toss in the sack for me. And I won't be bothered to repeat the favor for you. Get a grip. I'm a death eater. You should be ashamed to even have touched me like you did." It was pain. Pain in Bellatrix's eyes as she lied about her feelings. But why was she lying?
"No, you can say what you want but you won't convince me of your falsities. You're just afraid of what will happen, but you don't have to be." At this Hermione took a step forward and then another, drawing closer to Bellatrix until she was an inch from her. Bellatrix's hand stilled on her comb and Hermione slowly untangled it from her hand, placing it on the desk behind her back. "I want to be with you Bellatrix, world be damned and what they think." She said this slowly, dragging her thumb up to pass it over the older woman's bottom lip. "But I won't lie. I'm scared. Really scared. Yet my feelings for you override my fear, because I know as long as I have you it will be okay. I can conquer anything. And I have so much more to lose. So much more," at this Hermione let out a wry laugh. "My friends, my reputation, my future, my project. But I'm going to risk it all for you."
"Then you are very stupid and naive," Bellatrix shot back.
"Maybe I am. But I don't care. I don't want to fight anymore. I just want to be happy."
"Being with me won't give you the happiness you seek," Bellatrix swallowed harshly and looked down, unable to meet Hermione's eyes. She looked to be thinking about something in the past. Hermione didn't know what it could be but she would ask about it later. Had someone told this to Bellatrix that made her think this?
"Then give me a chance to prove you wrong," Hermione wagered, her voice soft and she took the last step between the two of them, sealing the pact with a soft kiss. That kiss quickly turned into something more as Bellatrix's hands made their way without her consent to grasp Hermione's face. A tongue prodded Hermione's lips and she opened them accepting the tongue gratefully. Their breaths grew more shallow as they hands began to roam over their bodies, teasingly ghosting over hips or under the breast. It was only when the vase on top of the desk fell off and shattered that drew them back to the present. They pulled apart, and Bellatrix suddenly found herself sitting on the counter, Hermione's hand snaked up under her dress. She cast a look at Hermione who shrugged apologetically, her cheeks flushed red as she pulled her hand back. Bellatrix sighed and shook her head. What was she going to do now? She had tried to dissuade Hermione from pursuing this-she didn't want the girl to have any regrets- but the girl was devilishly stubborn and kind hearted.
She traced the contours of Hermione's face and couldn't help from giving her a sad look. She knew this attraction between them couldn't end positively. Not in this world. Maybe not ever.
After all that had transpired in the bedroom, it was almost hard going back to acting normally. Hermione wanted to hover near Bellatrix, wanted to touch her, to kiss her, but she couldn't. Not with the aurors around. Even in the privacy of Bellatrix's house there was none. Only the bedroom was safe but Hermione couldn't go there for hours on end. It would be too suspicious.
So she tried her best to portray an image of normalcy and she could tell Bellatrix was doing the same, or trying to do so. But she would slip up, accidentally holding on too long when Hermione passed her something, or looking at her with unabashed adoration for long periods of time. Thankfully, they still had their reform outings. In the muggle world no one knew who they really where. There they could be themselves, could indulge in touches, in sweet kisses. They could go on dates, pretend they were just regular people and not an ex-death eater and golden girl.
The first date Hermione took Bellatrix on was to the gardens. They walked arm in arm down the rows of flowers, drinking in the sweet scents, admiring the vibrant colors. They didn't have to talk, just being next to each other was good enough. Bellatrix would make a snappish remark about some of the funnier flower names and Hermione would laugh then, but the soundtrack of their conversation was held with the beats of their hearts and the small glances they threw at each other.
They had accepted their attraction to one another; they had to, given the pivotal act of not only sleeping once together but thrice in a row. They didn't find a point in arguing about it. But was there more to it? More to their relationship than they both could grasp? And yes, they were dating whether Bellatrix liked it or not. Hermione wasn't going to be one of those girls, girls who only slept with others. She wanted a proper relationship and even though she had gotten it backwards, by sleeping with Bellatrix first, she insisted on continuing the rest of the courtship properly.
Bellatrix always gave resistance when it came to their relationship but Hermione chalked it up to the woman fearing hurting Hermione somehow and thus not wanting to delve deeper into it. The brunette had to reassure Bella she knew what she was doing and that this was what she wanted.
They wandered a way down the trails of the garden, passing by another couple who was walking hand in hand, and settled down on a bench in front of an algae covered lake. Birds chirped somewhere off to the side as bugs played a soft song. It was quiet here, away from the other patrons of the garden.
Hermione rested her head on Bellatrix's shoulder as their intertwined hands played with one another.
"We can't keep doing this," Bellatrix said softly and Hermione briefly closed her eyes. She should have known the woman's self doubts wouldn't leave her alone. "Someone's bound to find out about us dating. Or that something isn't as it was between us. I personally don't care. I can't possibly lose anything anymore. What are they gonna take from me? I don't even have a freedom for them to take. But for you-"
"Bella, I know," Bellatrix's nickname came easily spilling out from Hermione's lips. She hadn't realized when she had started calling the other this. It just felt so natural. "I'm working on something...so don't worry. I know what I'm doing."
At this Bellatrix shifted away and Hermione had to pick up her head to look at Bellatrix's worried face. "Are you planning on telling them?" Her voice was horrified.
Hermione sighed. "I...I've contemplated that option. It seems the best to let them know before they find out on their own." Hermione was honestly aghast at the thought of doing so. After all, she had tried to keep her true feelings hidden from her friends for so long. But now that she was sitting on a secret so huge...there was no conceivable way to keep it hidden. And she'd rather tell them about it than have them find out themselves and jump to the worst conclusions.
"I'd rather you didn't have to tell them." Both of them could garner what the reaction would be. It wouldn't be nice. It would be ugly. Uglier than Peter Pettigrew's overbite.
"You said it yourself, we can't hide this forever. But for now, I just want us to enjoy it and to not worry about it. I'm so tired of worrying over everything. Why can't I have one assured thing in my life that I don't have to stress over," Hermione said this more to herself and Bellatrix squeezed her hand reassuringly. Then she leaned in and kissed Hermione gently; once she did it was like a spell had fallen over them and they couldn't stop from continuing.
The brunette immediately deepened the kiss, having to draw Bellatrix more into the kiss. When Bellatrix kissed it was gentle, almost like she was apologizing. Hermione didn't understand the other's need to treat her so carefully. She knew the other could be aggressive, could be so much rougher if she wanted to, and Hermione needed that. Strangely enough she wanted teeth and heat where she had always thought she would want sweet and tender touches; she wanted to feel alive. Hands cupped Bellatrix's face as she straddled her lap, breathing shallowly as her teeth nipped playfully at Bellatrix's lower lip. Bellatrix was wearing muggle clothes right now so it made it easier to trail a hand under her shirt and onto the small of her back.
"Hermione," Bellatrix groaned reluctantly as she disentangled their lips. "We're in public right now."
"We don't have to be," Hermione suggested deviously. "I could apparate us out of here." She pressed hot kisses down the other's neck and the woman's eyes shut close as the hand under her shirt roamed up higher and higher until it cupped a breast. Her own hands rested on Hermione's hips, dragging her closer so that she could feel the warmth of the girl's core.
"Fine," Bellatrix breathed out. Once they started they couldn't stop. It was something they were coming to realize but couldn't feel too bothered about it because it felt good. The two of them got up and Hermione apparated them away to Bellatrix's prison house. They materialized in front of the steps where an auror stood.
"Back so early?" He asked, eyeing their conjoined hands. They let go, Hermione clearing her throat so she could speak more evenly.
"Yes. We forgot something in the house." Then she roughly pushed past him, impatient to get upstairs, Bellatrix hot on her trail. Hermione had just managed to lock the door and cast a silencing spell on it before the two of them resumed kissing, backing up to the bed. This time Bellatrix ended up on the bottom, Hermione straddling her lap. The younger girl took off her top and bra in hurried motions.
"You know, I think I like this view of you on top of me," Bellatrix grinned sultrily as she ran her hands up Hermione's soft stomach up to her breasts, cupping them lightly. Hermione placed her hands over Bellatrix's and squeezed hard, letting out a groan at the touch. Her hips rocked into Bellatrix's, and Bellatrix trailed one hand down to the button on the jeans. Undoing them she slipped one hand underneath, her fingers meeting Hermione's drenched underwear, while her other hand continued to work at Hermione's breast, kneading it harshly. Hermione's eyes closed at this as the fingers pushed the lace of her panties aside and dipped teasingly into her. "Bellatrix," she growled out in warning as the woman repeated this action twice more, going tauntingly deeper and deeper on each touch but not deep enough.
"What? Is something wrong?" Bellatrix smirked breathlessly.
Hermione bent down and bit Bellatrix's neck hard in answer.
Bellatrix tried to stifle a moan at the sudden delicious pain that made shivers run down her spine. She chuckled deeply when she recovered. It always amazed her how aggressive the other girl got when it came to bed. She had wanted to treat the girl kindly, afraid of hurting her or pushing her too far, but Hermione was always the one pushing the both of them further off of the edge. Demanding more, baiting Bella into action.
So Bellatrix gave it to her. She roughly rammed her fingers into Hermione's core and the girl gave a loud cry of pleasure at the touch, followed by breathy moans of pleasure as Bellatrix began to pick up the pace. She couldn't hold herself up at this, slowly lowering herself onto Bellatrix, lips attacking the pale neck in front of her and left hand coming down and slipping into Bellatrix's pants. Hermione didn't bother to tease-she got right to it, bypassing the underwear, parting the others slit and rubbing furiously.
"Oh," was all Bellatrix could manage out, her thighs spreading apart so to give the other more space to work with. She felt hot, too hot, her senses blacking out as all she could focus on was the heat on her palm and the wetness that spilled out of Hermione, and the heat between her own thighs and the nimble fingers entering her, stroking her nerves just right.
Their bodies writhed on top of each other, melting and coming back alive at each touch, with each groan.
Hermione was the first to reach the edge and she came with a shudder, biting down hard on Bellatrix's collarbone to stifle her loud moan. Her hand stuttered inside of Bellatrix as she lost track of her movements. It felt as good as it did every time. Her vision going white, her body feeling feather light. She couldn't get enough of this feeling. It was like an addiction.
Seeing Hermione had recovered, the girl removing her teeth from where they were embedded and had drawn blood in Bellatrix's collarbone, the older woman flipped her over, taking the opportunity to kick her own pants off.
Hermione resumed her ministrations, having more space to do so now. She began to aggressively move in and out, Bellatrix rocking into Hermione with each thrust. She held onto the girls shoulders to hold on to her sanity. She felt like she was going to lose control over herself soon. She could feel the orgasm building up like a wave; coming to wash her away. She was so wet she had dripped down her thighs and it was only increasing, Hermione's hand moving in and out easily thanks to this.
Hermione stroked Bellatrix's face as the older woman buried her face into the brunette's neck, just trying to focus on breathing, unable to do anything else. She always felt her orgasms were going to overcome her, and it was always Hermione's fault. Their chemistry was too good. It made Bellatrix lose control of her body, something that frightened her but it was something she was unable to stop from happening.
Then Hermione slipped in another finger and Bellatrix came, her nails digging into Hermione's flesh as she moaned low and long into Hermione's neck, her chest heaving in exertion. Hermione slowed down her pace so Bellatrix could come down from her high smoothly.
When the older witch was more cognizant she lazily kissed her partner.
"Do you think we could squeeze in an extra round?" Hermione asked huskily, her voice low with sex.
"Not if we really want to risk it," Bellatrix replied. "We should probably make ourselves decent once more." With much reluctance Bellatrix untangled herself from Hermione's warm embrace, the hand in her slipping out with a wet noise. Hermione hated the separation and wished they could lounge on the bed and bask in each others presence but she knew they'd only be questioned if that was the case. Dressing quickly with magic, Hermione gave Bellatrix a sad gaze. It would be a whole day before she saw the raven haired witch again.
"What's the plan for Friday?" Bellatrix asked as she dawdled by Hermione's side, stroking her arms up and down, eliciting goosebumps over the brunette's skin.
"Looking forward to visiting the muggle world?" Hermione raised a teasing eyebrow as she twisted her arms around the back of Bellatrix's neck, drawing her closer.
"If by muggle world you're referring to whats between your legs, then yes," Bellatrix smirked, her full lips rising up in a perfect curl.
Hermione flushed at her words, willing her libido to calm down. They had already had sex, there wasn't time for anymore. Bad Hermione, she scolded herself and settled for kissing the other lightly on the lips. "See you Friday. And it's a surprise what we're doing." Then she left, so happy inside that it all threatened to spill out.
A/N: One more chapter until this arc is over. Unfortunately, I haven't really had a chance to plan out or write the fourth arc so I have no idea when I'll be putting it up. I'm hoping it'll go up soon.