Chapter Fifteen - Please

A/N - teh sex! XD. So warning contains high-level sex scenes and some violence/distubing content. If you don't like that kind of stuff, skip a couple of chapters. Okay yes, I did water it down in attempt to keep this clean enough for Behold, the result of reading too much gothic erotica. roll eyes

Bellatrix hammered on the door to Room 317, wiping the tears from her face with the back of her hand. It opened to show a fresh-shaven Snape in mid-change, his hair down and shirt open to reveal a thick, silvery scar across his stomach.

Snape barely had a chance to utter a greeting as Bellatrix crushed herself against him, smothering him in violent, urgent kisses and taking him utterly by surprise.

'Bella, stop...' he said in what he hoped was a forceful tone, though allowing her tongue to enter his mouth and giving himself over to it. He sucked it before letting her come up for air, then continued to nibble her bottom lip as her tongue darted over his mouth. Her arms were wrapped over his shoulder and she crushed him to her savagley, her hard, feirce kisses threatening to suck the life from him.

Pushing the door shut with his free arm, Snape pulled her over to the bed, thir bodies entwined and writhing madly as they fell into it's soft blankets.

Bellatrix ripped off his shirt and slid under him, covering his smooth chest in wet kisses, one by one taking his hard nipples into her mouth and biting at them as her hands slid feircly over his scarred arms, down his back.

'Bellatrix,' Snape shuddered, words were failing him. 'Stop!'

He grabbed her head forcibly in both hands and looked down into her tear-strewn face. There was blood on her lips, and it took him a short while to notice that there was blood on his own. He kissed her softly this time, licking the blood from her lips, her teeth.

Finally he drew back, eyebrows raised in concern. 'You've been drinking again, haven't you?' It was more of a comment than a question. 'What happened?'

Bellatrix blinked through tears. 'Tell me what you think of me!' She hissed, her bottom lip trembling. 'Tell me you won't just fuck with me and then leave!'

Snape paused, confused, a single eyebrow arching. He did not know what had stirred Bella's state, and he did not know where to begin.

'Its... It is deeper than you know, Bella. When you and Rudolphis got married...' He paused, waiting for her to urge him to continue. When she nodded, he said slowly, 'It... did something to me. Cut me up inside.' He took a long, heavy breath. 'I hid it well, I suppose, though I vowed I would never get married, not when the one whom I truly ever loved was stolen by another. Letting go is the last thing I want to do.'

He breathed again, a sad smile passing through his eyes. Bellatrix was crying silently, her face remarkably still as the tears streamed over her cheeks, the mascara smudging to deep streaks down her face.

'I couldn't... I can't... I want to but I...' She took a deep, shuddering breath.

Snape touched her cheek with one trembling hand. 'Bellatrix, don't think about him.'

Bellatrix shook her head, pain emenating from her eyes. 'I can't help it, Severus...' she whispered, 'I was there when he died! I could have stopped him from being killed but I didn't! I just stood there!' She wiped another tear away with her hand. 'Rudolphis died because of me. I wanted to be rid of him... my own stupid feelings lead to his death.'

Snape's fingers brushed through her long, matted hair. 'Don't blame yourself, Bella.' He soothed. 'It is not your fault.'

Bella's breathing grew easier, her eyes closed and slowly the tears stopped flowing as Snape continued to speak soothing words into her ear.

'Then whose fault is it?' she spoke quietly.

'He died by the wand of the one who is to blame. And one day Bella, you will have your revenge.'

Bellatrix paused, uncertain. 'I am sorry that I was so cold to you.' She answered finally, in a hoarse whisper.

'Please, don't be.' Snape replied smoothly.

Bellatrix opened her eyes then, like doorways to her opened soul. the contents of her mind spilling through them flowed into Snape's own mind, raging with greif, violence, and the painful lust he had seen just days before and now understood. She wanted him to fill her, to be one with her, to never let go of her.

'Bellatrix, I-' Snape began, but she silenced him with a kiss. He returned it, thier bodies pressed together, Bella's legs entwined in his.

Slowly he helped her slide out of her singlet and took a nipple in his mouth,his tongue flicking over it's hard tip as he massaged her other breast with his hand, kneading it slightly as she cluched at his hair, her breathing heavy and breasts rising and falling in Snape's mouth and hand as he nipped and sucked and moaned quietly, foreign words Bellatrix had never heard before.

At long last his tongue slid over her arching stomach and to her hips as he unbuttoned her skirt. Bellatrix felt her body aching with desire as Snape kissed her inner thighs, slowly moving upwards to the crotch of her black lace panties. His tongue flicked over the surface, saliva seeping through the thin lace as her legs parted involuntarily. His tongue darted in and out through the lace and between her labia, the thin material keeping hid tongue from sinking into her completley. After a while she let out a long, laboured moan, her hands darting towards her underwear and beggining to roll them down.

Snape stopped her and gently removed her sopping panties, flinging them on the floor and plunging his tongue deep into her, eating her out, gnawing and licking. She moaned again and arched her back as his tongue lashed in and out, running over her inner thighs, lapping her up.

Sweat trickling down her forehead, over her body, her breasts shining in the firelight. She slid her hands over his wet, naked shoulders, drawing him up.

'Take me, now.' she whispered, urgency in her voice, her hands between Snape's legs, clutching at his erect, throbbing length. Snape raised an eyebrow.

'Say please, ma cherie.' he whispered back, 'Ask nicely and you shall receive.'

Bellatrix paused for a moment as Snape ran a long finger over her clitoris, plungeing it deep into her. He drew it out slowly, only to plunge it back in, his eyes never leaving her face, a satisfactory smirk on his lips.

Shuddering, Bellatrix buried her face into his shoulder.

'Please...' She whispered, her pleadings growing louder as he continued to thrust his hand into her, 'Please!'

Her legs parted again longingly as she reached for his belt. Deciding he had tortured her enough, Snape slid out of his trousers and entered her sharply, urgently, her gasping and moaning filling the room. Drawing them together, thier bodies moving in sync, Snape nibbled Bella's neck as she ran her fingernails over his back, drawing blood. He thrust into her again and again as her fingernails seeped into him and her teeth sunk into his shoulder.

'Please... please...' she moaned, begging him to continue.

Hips together, grinding and rocking, speeding up, faster and faster, Bellatrix savoured every wave of pleasure passing through her body. Her moaning growing louder as they reached the climax, Snape pumping her relentlessly, buried to the hilt.

'Fuck,' Bellatrix moaned as a dull, icy cold ache flushed through her lower body and she came. Seconds later, she bit down into Snape's neck as he shot into her; she tasted blood on her teeth.

'Oh God, Bella...' Snape moaned in ecstacy as he fell limp, panting against her neck.

They lay together, silent for a few lengthy moments, catching thier breath. Bella's energy was spent. As she drifted out of consciousness, curled against Snape's warm body, Snape whispered into her ear as he carressed her face.

'My beautiful Godess. I love you, Bella.'

Bellatrix smiled slightly. 'I love you too, Severus.'

Then all faded to black.

PR&R/rigamortis.